Notes and Sport of a Dry -Fly Purist. S7 



they appeared small. At the tumbling bay of the 

 little weir (which acts as a dam to keep up the mill 

 head-water to a proper level and accounts for the 

 lowness referred to above) another brace was killed 

 on an apple -green dun, a favourite Derbyshire 

 pattern, and good in the Test and Itchen where I 

 have tried it, especially for grayling. Then, passing 

 over the foot-bridge to the farm on the east bank 

 and fishing the likely pools and runs half-way 

 up through the Bowsley meadows, three more trout 

 were creeled before sunset, and several small gray- 

 ling put back. 



The following day I began where I left off 

 yesterday (but on the west side), catching five trout 

 before 12.30 p.m. one of them 1 Jib., at the mouth 

 of the Lathkill river a splendidly stocked stream 

 reserved exclusively for the Duke's family and their 

 intimate friends, except, I believe, for one day in 

 the Mayfly season to any tenant who affects the 

 gentle art. The lure was a red quill on a cipher 

 hook, and I kept to that pattern for the remainder 

 of the day. Having done so well, I retraced my 

 steps towards my lodgings for luncheon, turning at 

 intervals on the way to cast up-stream over any 

 rising fish. One almost at my feet, close under the 

 shelving bank, betrayed his presence by the noise 

 he made in closing his jaws over floating duns ; I 

 drew back stealthily, knelt, and deftly placed my 



